Never tell me what you are, Lest I dare to make you less -- Lest I hold the golden star To my bosom, and confess Fire and dross and earthliness; For I know you cannot be Wholly what you seem to me. Shine beyond me, calm and high, Fair to love and far from knowing; So that, striving to descry Heaven in you, and slowly growing Through forgiving and foregoing, Somehow I may come to be Worthy your reality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE SONG OF AUTUMN by PAUL VERLAINE |